A/N: A small short of Ferb's nightly conversations with the moon. Inspired by 'Talking To the Moon' by Bruno Mars. (Disclaimer: I do not own the song)
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Lying here in the dark, it's easy to think. Just you and your own thoughts, nothing to distract. But sometimes that's not always the best thing. When left alone, thoughts turn cannibal, eating you from the inside out. You resist the beasts, trying to push back into the recesses of your mind. But after fighting so much, you falter and you fall. You are at the mercy of these thoughts and they take over.
My room steadily gets lighter as the pale moonlight starts to seep into the walls. Its glow pulls me in, the thoughts swirling around like the dust in the air. I move off from my bed and stand near to the window.
The moon hangs in the sky like a pendulum, marking the time with the shadows cast by the objects in its glow. It has come to visit me again, as it does every night. Countless poets have spoken their love to this great deity and I understand how they feel. They throw their hearts out into the sky, hoping that the moon will return their feelings. I know how that feels.
"I know I said that I didn't want to talk about it any more, but I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about you."
Her voice, light and airy but filled with so much focus. She was always strong-willed, always so stubborn. I loved it. But the voice I hear in my head is breaking and heart-wrenching, heavy with emotion.
My head touches the cool glass of my window as my breath creates droplets on the clear surface. I can see the boy looking back, red-eyed, and exhausted. I run my hand through my short, shaggy green hair. I should have said something more, let you know everything, really talked it out. But I didn't.
I knew she still thought about him, I could see it every time he was near. As he walked past us, her voice would die away and her eyes would follow. I'd ask her, please just tell me, but she would always lie or change the subject. She couldn't admit it to me or to herself. But I knew.
"I want you to come back. I want you here. I shouldn't have pushed you away."
Her black hair falls into her face as she pleads to me. I can see the tears in her eyes, ready to fall, as she begs me to take it back, take it all back. Tell her I love her like I used to, hold her like I used to. But I can't. Those words were said, and I didn't want to take them back. Maybe because of pride, maybe because they were true. In the day it feels true, but in the night it's far from.
"Do you hear me as I say these words now? I need you to, I need you to know, 'cause I can't say them to you in person."
I was always silent. But she had brought out the best in me. With her I could share everything, my mouth never stopped moving. Without her now, my mouth has been glued shut. I gave her the key along with the one to my heart.
"These thoughts are eating me up inside. Please come back." My hand slams against the window as my tears start to fall.
"I want you back."
I know you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away...